And a crowded roomand a half of grantssuddenly aware of all the people you don't knowsuddenly aware of the way you mangle your vowelsso just back awayback to your roomand say

"oh it's just a bad dayin a good monthof an average year"and can't it be better than this?

and now, much older than you feeland so much has happened unaccounted for suddenly, painfully aware ofhow and why the years went byand left you alone and coldso you just back awayinto your past and say

"oh, it's just a bad yearin a good threeof an average life"and can't it be better than this?

suddenly hit with the fact thatyou've spent this timewaiting for life to beginsaving your hand for the high stakeson the horizonhoping that gamblers always win